Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.